Chapter eight hundred and twentieth double-headed ogre
"Jackson, you are so slanderous!"
Johnson was furious and held the handle of the knife. Downton noticed that the ogres outside the door also suddenly raised their fighting spirit and were on full alert.
"What? You want to kill me?"
Not to be outdone, Jackson returned the favor. He signed a death contract with Downton, and his life and soul belonged to the owner, so even if he made a mistake, he would be forgiven.
"Hmph, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Master, in order to prove my loyalty, as long as you arm the indigenous regiments, I will immediately lead them to attack the enemy and capture the head of the Duke of the North for you!"
Johnson asked for a fight with a generous and righteous expression.
"It's too late to be armed. It's not too late. I order you to immediately lead the ogres to attack the enemy's formation. I will defeat them today."
Downton's tone was stern.
"Impossible, without equipment, those natives will never go to war!"
Johnson refused.
"Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Downton asked rhetorically.
"I don't dare, Master, honestly speaking, without equipment, would you die?"
After Johnson glanced at the guard, he boldly contradicted him.
"Master, I heard that you are going to fight, shall we let us barbarians take the lead?"
A barbarian walked in, asking for a fight with a fanatical face. He was the acting leader after Arnold left. The Western Region is the place where they, the barbarians from the north, can stay. Except for Downton, no human being is willing to take them in. Is it difficult?
Do you want to live a life of running around?
"Did you hear that?"
Downton signaled the leader to be calm and continued to question Johnson.
"Savages are not like us."
Johnson sneered.
"Why is it different? They are not locals. After defeat, there are only two endings: capture and death. You can't escape back to the Dragon Hills like such natives, right?"
Downton sneered.
Johnson's heart suddenly started, and there was a kind of panic and fear that his little secret was discovered. Why did he dare to challenge Downton? In addition to the increase in his subordinates, being a native was also the biggest reason. If the rebellion was successful, he might be able to do something.
Even if he fails to take the position of Duke of the West, he can still run back to the Dragon Hills. In such a large area, he cannot even seek revenge against himself.
"What? The master told me something important?"
Jackson has already grasped the dagger and will take down Johnson as soon as the master gives the order.
"Master, the Duke of the North's 50,000-strong army is right across the street. As for Qingmu Town, it relies entirely on our 5,000 indigenous troops. Those human soldiers have low combat effectiveness. The Orc Foreign Legion has no intention of fighting for humans. You know all this.
!”
Johnson curled his lips.
"Don't forget we are there!"
The acting leader wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Downton.
"What do you mean? Are you threatening me?"
Downton didn't expect that Johnson would reveal his true colors so quickly. Sure enough, the natives were not intelligent enough and had low endurance.
"This is not a threat, it is a fact. If you ensure that the supplies are sufficient, we will definitely fight to the death. Otherwise, the Western Region is destined to become someone else's trophy, and the best outcome for you is to live in exile in another country!"
Johnson stated the ending and hoped that Downton would agree to his conditions.
"You despicable bastard, you dare to threaten the master, go to hell!"
Jackson took off the hunting crossbow hanging from his waist with his left hand, fired five shots in a row, and sprinted at the same time, holding the dagger in his right hand and preparing to stab Johnson's throat.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
When a group of ogres on guard saw Jackson's sudden attack, they roared directly, smashed the wall, and charged in with weapons.
These are Johnson's carefully selected guards, at various levels of judgment.
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
Johnson roared, and the dark red magic pattern tattoo was revealed on his body, and spread all over his body in an instant. His muscles bulged, his body suddenly became taller, and his momentum increased.
"violent?"
Quasimodo narrowed his eyes, and he didn't expect that this guy Jushi actually hid his strength.
"Suffer it!"
Jackson wanted to show off in front of his master, but he didn't want to play Johnson's trump card. He immediately shrank his body and switched from offense to defense.
"It's too late, go to hell!"
Johnson took a step forward and hit Jackson with a heavy punch like a battering ram.
boom!
Jackson blocked with his arms and flipped continuously to get rid of the blow. However, his arms were already a little twisted, so he obviously suffered a hidden loss.
"What are you going to do? Rebellion?"
The acting captain immediately protected Downton. He was about to blow the siren, but the ogre guards pointed their crossbows at him.
"Don't move around, otherwise the crossbow arrows won't have eyes."
Johnson's tone was teasing, as if he already had a chance to win.
Celes was about to cast a spell to punish the traitor, but Downton held her hand down.
"It's just trash, no need!"
Downton shook his head helplessly. As a scepter-level person, looking at this kind of battle, it was simply ridiculously cheap.
"Who are you calling a trash fish?"
Now that his face has been broken, Johnson has completely revealed his fierce look.
"I'm talking about Jackson, but so are you."
Listening to the first half of Downton's words, Johnson thought that he was afraid of him, so he couldn't help showing a proud smile, and stepped on the guy who had defeated him. As expected, it was as refreshing as drinking cold beer on a dog day in the summer, but what followed immediately
After half a sentence, his expression changed drastically.
"Who are you calling a bastard? Our chief is a peak Judgment level expert who can be promoted to dragon slaying at any time, and he can also be violent. Can you do that?"
The ogre guards scolded Downton, looking ferocious.
"Quiet, don't be rude to Downton. He is my master after all."
Johnson emphasized the pronunciation of the word "master", which sounds sarcastic no matter how you hear it.
"Then, what are you going to do?"
Downton picked up the teacup, blew away the white heat, and tasted it with satisfaction.
"I plan to have my own territory in the Western Territory. Wait, come out, now I want to take that position!"
Seeing Downton's calm and calm posture, Johnson was furious and stretched out his long arm to pull him out.
"Be bold!"
Quasimodo stepped forward and blocked Johnson.
"You are the one who is bold. Now my guards have surrounded the mayor's hall. If you don't obey, you will only die."
Johnson roared.
"Chief, what nonsense are you talking to them about? Just arrest them and use them as hostages, and let that stinky goblin pay to ransom them!"
The guards were eager to try. They had never seen Downton, so they kidnapped him. There was no psychological pressure at all.
"Chief? You are so majestic!" Downton put down his teacup and stood up, "Let's go out and see if your men and horses are enough to make you scream in front of me!"
Watching Downton walk out the door, several guards looked at each other and suddenly swung the 300-pound mace hammer in their hands and hit Downton on the head.
Snapped!
Downton reached out with one hand, grasped the mace, and applied force. He crushed it into pieces, and then punched it with one fist.
A heavy punch of azure magic energy quickly descended from the ceiling and hit the guard with a bang.
boom!
The ogre was instantly smashed into a pulp, and blood spattered in a radial pattern.
The whole room seemed to be swept by the cold current from the North. The natives were all silent, their shocked eyes wandering between Downton and the broken corpses on the ground.
"Tang...oh, Lord...ren...what is your rank?"
Cold sweat appeared on Johnson's forehead. The guard who could instantly kill him with one strike must be at the dragon-slaying level, right? But it had only been more than a year, how could his level be promoted so quickly?
"Huh? Changed your tune?" Downton laughed, then his face darkened, "Unfortunately, it's too late!"
"Shoot him and catch Celes!"
Johnson dodged and retreated, and at the same time ordered an attack.
The guards aimed their crossbows at Downton, pulled the triggers, and some of them pounced on Celes.
The Death Banshee pointed her finger, and white magic vines sprang out from the floor, wrapping around the legs of the ogres. At the same time, the Frost Dragon Spear formed and started shooting.
“Good response!”
Homer praised it, but there was no need for Celes to take action.
Downton didn't even take action. The Wrath of Lonely Mountain blasted out like a tsunami. These ogres fainted as if they were hit in the head by a siege ram. As for those crossbow arrows, they couldn't even break through his sacred armor.
Not to mention the higher guardianship of the Dark Goddess.
"Master, you are so awesome!"
Jackson was pleasantly surprised. He originally thought it would be a fierce battle and he was prepared to die. However, he did not expect that the battle would end so quickly.
Quasimodo was not good at talking and looked at his master with surprise, but at the same time he did not forget to capture Johnson.
Plop!
After experiencing a soul shock, Johnson was dizzy and knelt on the ground. This was downton's mercy, otherwise he would definitely die.
"Have you been promoted to dragon slaying?"
Downton turned to look at Celes.
"Um!"
The Death Banshee lowered her head shyly. During the time that Downton left, she did not waste her time. She trained hard in the dungeon, relying on several times the concentration of magic energy and outstanding talent to successfully step into the dragon-slaying level.
"Very well, let's go out and take a look and deal with the rebellion first!"
Downton praised him and walked out first.
In the small town, the ogres have gathered aggressively and besieged the mayor's hall. The human soldiers and the orc foreign corps saw that something was not going well, so they avoided it early and put on a posture of not helping each other. Only the barbarians
Wearing a helmet and carrying armor, he faced off against the ogres.
"Are you going to rebel?"
Downton stood on the steps and glanced at these natives with cold eyes. They were indeed wild and untamed. If they had milk, they would be like mothers. After eating, they would bite back.
"Chief?"
The ogres did not answer. They were all shocked when they saw Quasimodo dragging Johnson out who was limp.
"Put down your weapons or kill him!"
Jackson put the dagger on Johnson's neck.
Ogre Gate did not comply, but looked towards the ten o'clock direction in the crowd.
"So you were attacked by a gun. Look, the real person in charge is over there!" Downton joked, "Hey, stop hiding your head and show your tail. If you have anything to say, come out and say it."
The natives moved aside, and a huge figure in a cloak came out.
"You're rude, take off your hood... I'm Di Polo, the two-headed ogre?"
Jackson was originally yelling at the cloaked native, but the other person suddenly took off his hood, startling him, because the other person had two huge heads, and with a height of eight meters, he was simply burly and ferocious, like a beast in the wilderness.
The God of War who walked out.(To be continued...)